Notes
I love the way she survived. Survival looked good on her. There were no dark marks under her eyes. Maybe deep inside, but i liked the way she looked through them and laughed at life. She did it gracefully. She'd walked over glass and through fire, and still smiled. I knew what she'd been through. I wanted to thank her for surviving. And I wanted her to know she now had someone willing to stand with her too.
- J. Raymond
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